#🌸 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 ✧ long post with 3 people

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                    Thread with: @cuckoo-among-beasts & @battleguqin

          mulan never cared much for gossip of drunken fools ━━ that was until a line was crossed that could not be ignored. the evening had started out pleasant enough, the meeting of old friends coming together for a tea and food. the conversation had been nice, though far more polite considering they were representing their sects when they were out in public. for the most part, she ignored the loud laughter and rude tongues of the boys who tried to appear larger then life ━━ that was until they started to speak poorly about her friend.

          three times she had to be stopped from rising, her temper showing as a glare was sent over in their direction. if chien-po had not been there to pull her back down, she was more then sure she would have lost her temper far before now and had gone over to the table to put an end to their cruel tongues. the tea had started to taste bitter upon her tongue the longer they sat there listening, her blood boiling nearly to the point that her core would release heat ━━ that was until they started to speak ill of the dead.

          silently she rose to her feet, her eyes widening in shock and worry as she realized both sizhui and huaisang were there. silently she made her way closer to the room, hiding her aura as she stepped into the shadows to wait until after they left to take care of the drunk fools. taking out a silver coin and she pressed it into the waitress hand.     ❝  please take this and stand far from here, i also advise you to keep the patrons within their seats, i will pay for everything once this is all sorted, but please do not have anyone distrub.  ❞    she watched as the girl bowed her hand to move away, stepping closer to the doorway, she leaned against the wooden frame as she figured she would let sizhui and huaisang speak their peace first for their words were far more elegant then her own could ever be.

          while she waited, her arms crossed before her chest, her dark brown eyes holding little warmth as they held promised of violence. for a moments breath, she did nothing but wait, for she did not wish to further upset huaisang or let sizhui see her and have his anger tamed to try and be polite to her. instead she watched as huaisang left, motioning for chien-po to follow and ensure of his safety. she listened as sizhui conversed with them, his quiet but swiftly violent tone nearly making her smirk, though her features remained un-readable.

          she only moved when sizhui had left, the words cleaning up the trash taken to heart as he moved to pay. her eyes caught hold of the matron and waitress fingers going to her lips to silence them as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. disappointment filled her as she took in their fearful gaze, the boys from the the lanling jin clan clearly moving to try to stand before they froze when seeing her. a small tsking sound escaped her lips.

        ❝  so much foolishness escaping from small boys who are pretending to be men... i wonder, how brave must you children feel talking after drinking so much ━━ and how much you have learned after speaking to both my 𝑮𝒆𝒈𝒆 and 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒛𝒉𝒖𝒊.   ❞    stepping away from the closed doors she held up three of her fingers a cold smile touching her lips.        ❝  i will give you three choices, the first being that you write your apologies to both 𝑵𝒊𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 and 𝑳𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒛𝒉𝒖𝒊, as well as this establishment admitting to your dishonoring and asking for forgiveness for your crass behavior. two publicly turn yourself in so you may receive punishment by your sect or three.... try your luck against me and deal with the consequences of doing the first two.  ❞   

          she hoped for the third, for the sneers given indicated that they were ready to fight. most knew her reputation well enough to know that despite her size she was a fierce warrior  ━━ one of whom who showed little mercy to those who bullied, let alone to anyone who dared to insult her friends. the three of them drunkely rose to their feet, one of whom held his stomach from sizhui's hit as they stumbled forward recklessly moving to grab her as they called her a bitch.

          she considered it their answer as her hand took hold of the one who dared to reach for her outer coat, though his hand was going to miss and touch an area not meant for him. within seconds she broke his wrist, twisting him until he fell to his knees crying out in pure pain. the second came rushing, though his drunken steps showed that he clearly did not master the drunken fists style. without moving much, she kicked his chest which then threw him back into the table, shattering it along with the remaining glass on the table. the third stopped, looking at his two friends as he blinked in trying to figure out what happened. she had hoped he would be the smarter one, to show remorse and ask for forgiveness, but he proved her wrong as he took hold of blade to try and rush her with a wild and untamed war cry.

          without much effort she knocked it from his hand and with her spare palm brought him to his knees as she hit his chest. she did not need to bend herself to make sure they could hear her, but her voice held a icy tone as she spoke softly,      ❝  if you ever so much as breath an insult towards 𝑵𝒊𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈, 𝑵𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒖𝒆 and 𝑳𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒛𝒉𝒖𝒊... if you so much as look at them funny ━━ or try to bring them dishonor in any way, i will personally see to it that your lives turn into a living hell... you will write the two of them an apology. you will tell your sect leader of the damages you caused here. you will pay this foundation back and get your acts together. now, i will let go and if you try to attack me again, you will end up waking in a dump reeking of the garbage you have become. understood ? ❞

          she waited until the three stopped sobbing enough to nod before releasing her hold on the ones who attacked her. turning her back she moved to go open the sliding door before motioning to the waitress to get the owner.

Mingjue's Defender || Open

Huaisang isn't easily angered. Instead he's generally calm and happy, besides the added dramatic. Though a sure thing to make him instantly angry is to say anything bad against his brother.

He's at a tea house, having some tea with a friend when he hears the table behind him, shielded behind a screen, saying less than pleasant thing about himself. That is fine, Huaisang doesn't care about that, he knows he's far from the optimal cultivator and a laughingstock to many, and he really doesn't mind. However, when the same people starts saying nasty things about Mingjue, Huaisang sees red.

He mumbles a low excuse to his friend and stands up with a fluid motion and turns around the screen. "Greetings, I couldn't help but overhear what you just said about Nie Mingjue," he starts, gaze burning, smile sugary sweet, looking like a smiling predator. "I admit that his didi is all those things you said, but do not believe a single thing of the rumours you've heard about Nie Mingjue. There's no one as loyal, trustworthy and hardworking as him. Yes, he has some anger issues, but he cares more about his sect than filth like you could ever dream of experiencing." Huaisang opens his fan with a quick flick of his wrist. "I just thought I should... inform you." Before moving away, he makes a small gesture with his hand and the pot with tea on their table explodes, tea and porcelain raining down on the men by the table, cutting their exposed faces and hands. Not a single drop or piece hits Huaisang.

Turning back to his table, he dumps a large sum of money on the table before leaving the place without a word, his friend will most likely follow, he hopes. Outside, he quickly ducks away to the side, breathing slow and deep, rage burning in his veins. Huaisang wants to do more than just bursting a teapot, he wants to beat those bastards, but he won't. He's so angry that he risks cracking his fan with the iron grip he has of it, his entire body trembling with held back emotions. Not until he has calmed down a bit does he notice that his friend did indeed follow him and he smiles weakly. "Sorry, it seems our outing got... disturbed."